Regalia Of Untold Suffering

This is the Secret of Honest Pain:

It is just that, a secret;

Delicate, glimmering jewels –

Of deep burgundy, burning azure,

A cerulean, dreamy glaze;

A fiery black obsidian wave;

(striking thunder of the rings

of the Unrequited);

Cracked stones of dying embers

Trapped within,

Screaming and tearing their

Cages of Sin –

Wrapped and bound tightly

In soft reeds,

or

Hurled into glass,

or

Forced underwater,

or

Choked with smoke & flame,

or

Drowning, drowning in your gaze;

These secrets strung on coloured threads,

Or chains of shades of white ashen shreds

Of tightened memories, more things to hide,

More Honest Pain to grip and die;

A subtle shade of each colour of the Rainbow-Cast-In-Darkness

For every paling, peeling, trembling finger;

A dew-dropped row of opaque tears

Cascading down this choker;

One is missing.

The last stony secret,

Here for all to see

When everyone’s gone,

Just for these last seconds, before it is locked safely,

Unbearably Away:

Behold, two gems, betrothed anew,

Entwining their subtle, burning gaze;

The ring of white gold their tell-tale moon;

And speckled with rubies that are their days;

And softened with sapphires that are their skies;

And brightened with amber that is their sighs;

And darkened with diamonds, their sparkling lies; –

My two secrets and burdens

Are the twins of your eyes.

(And my own, crushed pearls, whitened with fears,

Faded with the Unsaid and forbidden tears.)

31 October 2006